Make me young, make me young, make me young!
Kurt Vonnegut, etc.
To mark his rest, a small and resigned meditation by Vonnegut, from Slaughterhouse Five:
If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still--if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.
May he visit the nice moments most often.
